Nausea: WELCOM JOHN CHESE TO YOUR BIRTHDAY PARTY BY YOUR FORUMITES

WELCOME LADIES AND GNTLEMAN, WE ARE GATHERED HERE TODAY AND NITE, FROM lONDON ARE, SPAIN,ITALY, RUSSIA, ISRAEL,NETHERLANDS, SWITZERLAND, MONACO, AUSTRALIA,THE UNITED STATES INCLUDING CANADA AND THE GREAT ISLE OF MANN.

WE WILL BE COMING AT DIFFERENT TIMES WAITING FOR THE GREAT ONE, BUT FIRST A FIEW EPISODES FROM JOHN'S DEEVELOPMENTAL YEARS.
FIRST IS MRSTHING HIS FIRST FAN AND GROUPY WHO HAS FOLLOWED HIM FOR AT LEAST 50 YEARS.

TELL US MRSTHING WHAT ORIGINALLY ATTRACTED YOU TO MR. CHEESE, ER CLEESE?

Mrsthing: Sniff, well as thy say in the old country, "My daffidils, what a fine bunch of buttock". His buttocks went from the bottom of his feet all the way to his waist. course he was a wee bit and that was only 6'2' then, butt a fine pair of buttocks he had. Used to pull down his britches and show them off to all the greyhaired ladies to give them a bit of a tift, you know, naughty boy he was. Even then,little JC, WE CALLED HIM AS HE WASN'T VERY WELL DEVELOPED IN THE POT PIE, but we loved him for his spirit and stupidity, little wuss he was at 8. Oh, me, what days of joy he gave us, tickling the wee lasses, playing bust a butt with the young blokes. Couln't put anything by our little Johnny cheesey pooh, such a danger he was, heh.

I first noticed little John's talent one day while walking to school. So, bored he looked when a big smile hit his face...

Welcome to the party, girls!

Paute is a girl, Zelda.

I first "met" John when he appeared in the "Silly Walks" sketch in the Hollywood Bowl show, which I saw at a movie theater. It was love at first sight, which should tell you something about my taste in men. I said to my boyfriend, "WHO is THAT?!" And my boyfriend said, just as dreamily, "That's John Cleese." An aspiring actor, he was a big admirer of John's. But he didn't like *me* admiring John quite so much, and he gave me the cold shoulder for a week. Son of a bitch. I should have known then that he was no good. But I digress.

My next memory of John is from an article I read in which there was a photo of him dressed in a black wet suit and hanging by his knees from the limb of a dead tree. I sighed and said to my mother, "I want to marry that man!" Which should tell you a bit more about my taste in men. The fact that he was crowding 50 and had a gorgeous face and physique just made me love him more.

Over the years, I lost track of him, until my mother died, and just to spite her, I bought "Life of Brian" and the entire box set of Monty Python's Flying Circus. And I fell in love with John all over again.

Then I got to meet him in real life last June. Too wigged out on English beer and Caribbean rum, I couldn't find my tongue. (I found it later under a theater seat, stuck to a piece of gum.) So I just stared into his eyes, and felt like I was falling, and didn't care at all, because it seemed like the most wonderful way to die ever invented. Then I was in his arms, and I have photographic proof, and you can search that photo all you want and you won't see any evidence of Photoshopping, in part because I don't have Photoshop, but also because it wasn't necessary. I Do remember that hug. Oh...my....yes........

"And my eye is wet by the fire," she said, "But not with lust or shame. I mourn no shepherd laid low on the hill; I weep in the starry flame for the joy of what I can never lose..."

*ahem*

But I think Zelda wanted a fantasy. Sorry. Reality was enough of a fantasy for me that night!

Oooh, goose bumps MrsT. Caused me to seek out your reference. E'en more shivery (play on words, nudge nudge, eh?)

I have seen them sprinkled, weaned and loved
The young girls fondled and wed
I've watched their dreams go as grey as the hair
That the limpin' sheepdogs shed
But mine are as green as the tall pines
That lean by Loch Erne head

Beats the crap out of Leonard Cohen, for my money.

I will arrange an intimate dinner for you and JC within 24 months. Leave it to me.

thumble

Deal and double deal

Whatever. Was a long vigil for chris and me thumb and big came by as well as Fan. My last party.

I don't have a damn memory of John Cleese. I didn't get to go. I'm going to bitch about that for a very long time. Starting tonight.

good

Escargot in a butter blue cheese sauce over puff pastry
Green salad with a parmesan/olive oil dressing and a dollop of warm goat cheese with a sprig of oregano
Steamed Maine lobster w/the green stuff still in it, hold the butter. Or filet mignon, cooked rare, served bare.
Chocolate mousse and fresh coffee

NO raspberry sauce on the mousse. It is an abomination.
NO waffair theen meents.

Yum...Happy Valentine's Day!

Merci beaucoup, Thumbies!
La Foote

Oh, Thumble, I love it when you speak French!

Merci mes petits choux. I kees yor 'ands wiz ma leeps.

Ah ham so saurree to 'ear zat, ma petite pomme de terre.. 'ere ah kees eet beettairr...

Ass is wha ah coll yuz ladeez "mes leedle potatoze"..si fermes, si rondes, si blanches, si - si - couvertes dans la merde...mais smellz juste comme les bonbons.